A/N: I own nothing. Except the story line.
'Could it ever be a simple, uneventful mission
'Could it ever be a simple, uneventful mission?' Major Lorne thought, as their captors continued to march him and his team-mate through the forest. Lieutenant Cadman sped up a bit to catch up with her commanding officer.
"How's the leg?" he asked her. "I can carry you for a while."
"I'm fine. I'd be a lot better if we could take a break for a minute. But I have a feeling that there's no reasoning with these guys." At this point, she stumbled and yelped in pain. Major Lorne took this as his cue. He scooped her up and gently cradled her in his arms. She fought back in protest. "Seriously, sir. I can walk!"
"And for some reason, I don't believe you." He continued to walk. She didn't fight back any more, and just laid her head on his shoulder. "It's a good thing you're such a shrimp."
"Hey watch it, sir. I could beat you at sparring any day," she said, offended.
"You know as well as I that sparring is more agility than strength. You should take it as a compliment. Every woman I've ever known would kill to be called little." He smiled. This little light conversation didn't last very long, because they seemed to have arrived at their destination.
"Come on," one of their captors barked, roughly dragging him into an old building. It was dark and dank, and the last place Major Lorne and Lieutenant Cadman wanted to be stuck. There was a small door on the left, and it was clear that that was where they were going. In order to fit through the door, Lorne put Cadman down. He helped her inside, and since they clearly weren't going fast enough, their captor shoved Lorne inside and slammed the door shut.
"Well, home sweet home," Lorne said. "Hey, how's your leg?" he asked.
"It's okay. How are you doing?" she asked, glancing at her CO's head. Lorne, for the first time, was forced to acknowledge his own marred body. The side of his head was bleeding profusely, and he most likely had a few broken ribs. Cadman hobbled over and tried to put pressure on his head. She ripped off her jacket, a pressed it against Major Lorne's bleeding head.
"I'm fine. It's just a flesh wound." Lorne winced, not due to the pain, but because of the cliché he had just inadvertently used. Lieutenant Cadman had clearly noticed as well, since she rolled her eyes.
"Wow, that was macho," she said, grinning. "How long do you think until they come looking for us?"
"We have a scheduled check-in in four hours. After that, they'll send a rescue team. Let me see your leg." She simply shook her head, clearly thinking that she didn't need the attention. "Laura, I let you look at my head. Now who's being macho?" he asked, chuckling.
She gave in, rolling up her pant leg, revealing a nasty looking gash where some sort of ammunition grazed it. Major Lorne gently felt it, and took off his shirt, leaving only the white wife-beater. He shredded the shirt and wrapped Laura's leg in one of the strips. Even though Laura knew what was coming next, wasn't prepared when he tightened the makeshift bandage. She muffled a cry of pain. "Evan. Was that really necessary? I mean Sir."
"You know it was, Laura. Now, you get to return the favor, by bandaging my head up. Here. Go crazy," he said, handing her a strip of the destroyed shirt. She gently placed it over Evan's wound, and then not so gently tightened it and tied it in a knot. As if to humor her, he winced. "Ow. That hurt. Why did you do that?" he said, unconvincingly. Laura rolled her eyes and smacked him in the arm.
At this point, the small door was slammed open. Two men walked in, armed to the hilt. "Who are you?" Evan asked, standing up. He immediately regretted this, feeling all the blood rush from his head. He didn't sit back down though.
"I think the question is, who are you?" one of the men asked. "And what are you doing here?"
"We're travelers. We just want to meet with your people, and maybe trade," Laura answered.
The guards laughed. "Then what are these?" one of them asked, pointing both of their P-90s at them.
"Hey, be careful with those. They're dangerous," Lorne said stepping forward.
"Then why do you have them? I thought you were friendly travelers."
"We traded for them. We use them for hunting," Laura said, stepping forward as well. "Could you please put them down, before you hurt someone?" She had a feeling that this was going to end badly.
"Now why would we want to put them down. Do you honestly think we don't know how to use these?" one of the guards asked. "You thought wrong." He began shooting, aiming skillfully at the walls, and avoiding the captives. They laughed at their prisoners' shocked faces, and walked out the door. At this point, Major Lorne hit the ground, hard.
Ooh, cliff hanger. Don't worry, i would never kill Lorne. Any suggestions on what should happen next?